daughter of the sun; you belong only to yourself
Maybe because Melita had never been an individual willing to give up, to shirk, to shake in the shadows or quake in the light, she couldn’t understand Samuel’s response. For a moment she thought about gritting her teeth, clenching her jaw, furrowing her brow, and unleashing a series of tirades – about weaknesses, about prevailing, about something of substance or merit. But Samuel had lived in this world far longer than she, had made it until now without the need for violence, protection, or stalwart conveyances. So she sighed, shaking her head. “You can’t live that way. Not anymore.” For whatever reason, for whatever had happened to him – she couldn’t fathom an existence meandering, tucked away, hiding from the world. “You can fight back.”
So she did just that; he’d defended well, and so she upped the ante, utilizing speed, strength, swift, tactical movements, aiming for his right side. The intent for the swing of her staff was towards his hip, intending on making him move, maneuver, figure out how to defend himself from this particular angle.
So she did just that; he’d defended well, and so she upped the ante, utilizing speed, strength, swift, tactical movements, aiming for his right side. The intent for the swing of her staff was towards his hip, intending on making him move, maneuver, figure out how to defend himself from this particular angle.
Melita
